He was choked to death by the smoke.

Karen looked at Renee who was still sitting on the ground in a daze,

Ask Dis:

"Grandpa, does she need to silence her?"

Renee immediately came to her senses and began to kowtow to Dis.

Dis turned around, walked out, and asked at the same time:

"Where will we go next?"

So, no need to silence yourself?

Tonight, Renee, a follower of the Mills Cult who witnessed the terrifying and tyrannical Cult of Kosmos, may not dare to mention this matter again. As for revenge?

joke,

Let a frivolous church, which is not even considered an orthodox order, or even has any influence on the side, to challenge the great Cult of Kosmos for the broken arm of a fringe believer?

Therefore, it is true that there is no need to cut the grass and root out the problem.

well,

It seems that he said the wrong thing again. Grandpa turned around and left directly because he thought that he was still petty and angry.

"Clean up here, okay?" Karen said to Renee.

"Okay, no problem. I will clean it very clean, including Mr. Morf's body. I will never..."

"You don't need the body." Karen looked at Alfred, "Let Master Morf come in and carry his father's body."

How people come in is how they go out.

After putting the exhausted Mr. Morf into the hearse, Alfred started the hearse and drove to the next target. After turning the corner on the street, the blood in Alfred's eyes completely faded.

On the same spot, Master Morf, who was still sitting in the driver's seat, looked out the window with some doubts.

He slammed his hands on the steering wheel,

"Did I fall asleep? Damn, the medicine was really strong today.

well,

It’s already so late, the old man will definitely lecture me again when I get back, why doesn’t he die so that I can divide the family business!”

…

"Well, tomorrow's layout has been decided like this. I will use the photos I selected. When zooming in, the angle should be clearer to highlight the anger of the citizens. I want everyone who reads the newspaper tomorrow morning to feel sincerely angry.

Make them so angry that they can't even eat breakfast!

In addition, under the statement in the notice to the citizens of the old Mayor Xixon, there is a news item. Use the photos of Mayor Xixon receiving foreign investment guests last year. Choose the photo of them in the hotel and choose him smiling when shaking hands with the foreign guests.

The most brilliant one.

Of course I know this is from last year. Isn’t last year’s news also news? Shouldn’t it be published?

Just do as I say;

Don't worry, not many people will find out. They will only be filled with anger under our guidance. Even if some people do find out, they will not be able to change the situation.

There are always many fools in this world.

alright,

Bye!"

"Snapped!"

The editor-in-chief hung up the phone, picked up the tea cup next to him, and took a sip.

Mr. Ford promised himself that when he was elected mayor, he would appoint himself the head of the city government's propaganda department.

The stage of the small "Luojia Daily" is still too small. I should enter the political arena, where I can really shine.

At this thought, the editor-in-chief couldn't help but twist his arms.

"Hey, why hasn't Michelle come yet?"

Three years ago, the editor-in-chief separated from his first wife. Although there was no divorce, the marriage had long existed in name only. He now lives alone in a high-end apartment on Orchid Street.

Michelle was a female reporter who was recruited by the newspaper just last month. After he threatened to send her to the East District to do field work, she finally chose to succumb to him.

When he thought of Michelle's hot figure, the editor-in-chief felt a burning sensation in his throat.

But what is annoying is that there is no temperature at all down there.

Sighed,

Then he reached out and touched his head, which was already mostly bald.

The editor-in-chief took out a pill box from the drawer and took out two red capsules.

This is a men's medicine produced by Morf Pharmaceuticals that Mr. Morf gave to himself. It is very effective, but after using it, I will be extremely tired and have back pain the next day.

But, the present is still important.

took medicine,

Waiting for the medicine to take effect,

The editor-in-chief turned on the radio. At this time, it was time to listen to the securities news.

well,

He almost lost all his savings on Black Friday in previous years. Fortunately, God gave him another chance to start over. This time, the "touch-up fee" given by Mr. Oka and Mr. Morf was enough for him to rekindle his new life.

of hope.

"Welcome to today's securities news..."

"Oh, just right." The editor-in-chief said happily.

"I'm the host of the show, Alfred."

"Hey, has the host changed? Isn't it the female anchor?"

"The pen is a great invention of mankind. It can record knowledge, convey information, and bring light and fire to mankind and society that can be passed down.

It can also be an expression of love and an outpouring of longing;

but,

When it falls into the hands of some dirty people, it can also be picked up and killed."

"Damn it, what the hell kind of program is this? Where is my securities news?"

"Especially as a journalist, when the pen in his hand does not do justice, then..."

"Crack!"

The editor-in-chief reached out and turned off the radio.

at the same time,

There was also the sound of the door opening outside.

An old man in black robe appeared in front of him:

"Someone accuses you of violating order and driving strange demons to do things for you. You are now being questioned in accordance with the Order Regulations of the Cult of Kosmos."

"You are... no, how did you get in? What crazy talk are you talking about? Get out, get out, or I will call the police now!"

The editor-in-chief walked to the phone, picked up the receiver and prepared to make a call.

Dis stood motionless.

Alfred made a gesture with his hand that was a "six" in Karen's eyes, and put it against the side of his face, as if holding a "microphone."

Mr. Editor-in-Chief’s call was answered:

"Hey, police station? I'm Humil, the editor-in-chief of "Luojia Daily". My family lives on the third floor of the Orchid Street Garden Apartment. A group of strange intruders have appeared in my home. My life is in great danger.

Threat, please send someone over quickly, immediately, immediately, otherwise I will criticize you in the newspaper for dereliction of duty and wasting citizens’ tax money!”

Alfred said:

"Okay, sir, please don't be angry. Our hearse has arrived."

"What hearse..."

The editor-in-chief who was holding the microphone was stunned. He looked at the man in blue suit standing opposite him with a horrified expression and making a phone call gesture. What the other person said earlier was indeed coming from the microphone of his phone.

;

Likewise, the other party's tone was exactly the same as the one on the radio before!

"You... who are you..."

The editor-in-chief was completely panicked. He felt that he had encountered something that he could not understand.

Dis stood there, motionless.
To be continued...